𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 ꨄ | Brando de sanctis x reader

05 ; friends or more than that?

Friends or more than that?

The day of school, I feel completely fucking humilated, mostly everyone knows about that rumour of me giving Brando head. It's fucking bullshit.

To make it worse, I now have to use mt savings to give 1000 euros to that person to not leak the 'edited' video and humilate me even more.

I walk into school, and all eyes go on me.

"Fucking whore."

I ignore their words.

I need to find Brando and speak to him. I continue walking through the hallways, and I finally find him.

"Brando." I say, and he glances over to me.

I hear Brando sigh quietly. "Yes, I know about that stupid rumour. I don't know who spreaded it, it was an anonymous person."

"Let's talk.." I murmur.

I lead Brando on the second floor, where noone really goes before class starts. I lean against the wall and stares at Brando.

"I thought you disliked me, why was you being so nice yesterday? And at your party, you even took care of me then kinda when I was fucking drunk as hell." I ask the curly haired boy.

He scratches his head and avoids eye contact with me, staring down at the floor.

"Guess I've just been feeling sorry for being a dickhead to you." He says, and he seems to be finding a plain white wall the most interesting thing ever.

"Really?"

"Well, yeah."

I stare at his lips, then his eyes.

Very pretty dark eyes..

I watch as he stops leaning against the wall, and he looms over me a little, and I can feel the tension in the air.

Oh Brando, the man you are.

"I'm always thinking about what we done at my party. I want that again."

I approach Brando closer, and my heart is beating so fucking fast.

I'm not drunk this time, I know what I'm doing right now. I want this. I need this.

Our lips collide and his hands are places firmly on my hips. Brando pushes me against the door of a random classroom.

Yes. Yes. Oh my.

Manhandle me.

I open my eyes as we kiss, staring at his gorgeous face and his pretty curls. His grip on my hips tighten and I feel butterflies swarming in my stomach.

I want this man so fucking bad.

The boy continues kissing me, ignoring the fact that we're both trying to catch air at this point.

I slowly pull away from the kiss, but he refuses for the kiss to stop.

"Don't fucking pull away until I do."

His lips crash against mine once more

This man.

Brando reaches for the doorknob of the classroom door I'm leaning against, and he pushes me inside. I can feel his tongue teasing mine, and I want more.. so much more.

Slowly, Brando pulls away and we both gasp for air, our bodies pressed against eachother. He smirks at me.

"That was so fucking good.." He says, gently beginning to caress my cheek.